Let Wanton Men Beware

Let wan­ton men be­ware

How Je­sus they des­pise;

In aw­ful pomp He will ap­pear

Descending from the skies!

His trum­pet will pro­claim

The Judge

the Judge is near!

And earth will melt with fer­vent flame

And seas dry up with fear!

A shout­ing heav’n­ly host

Around Him will be ranged;

The dead will hear and start up first

And then the quick be changed.

Ye wise and fa­vored few

Who lodge at mer­cy’s gate

Oh

keep the Sav­ior well in view

And for His com­ing wait.

And hear

ye fool­ish men

Who talk with im­pi­ous breath

And glo­ry in a life un­clean:

Such mirth will end in death.

Your bit­ter sad re­morse

No tongue can tru­ly tell

If Je­sus once pro­nounce His curse

And sink you down to hell.

Oh

thought­less men

be wise

Before it be too late

From sleep awake

from sin arise

And knock at mer­cy’s gate.